Me in the Charlotte Observer
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Pieces
Over and over again in my world I have found myself in pieces. Fault is irrelevant when the pieces cut me. And I’m a master craftsman. I ca...
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Mud You, You see me with mud covered glasses, feel me with shaky hands, love me with missing pieces, and reach for me with broken arms....
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No one warns you about how dried blood flakes and glistens like glitter that you just can’t seem to get off. No one tells you how fingerpr...
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Something to consider...Yes, when some crimes occur, police sometimes come and help with the immediate needs, coincidently by contacting oth...
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